As to being responsible for my acts, they're none of his business, no more his than anybody else's." She spoke in a crisp, incisive tone.
"The devil;" said Durtal.

"You certainly reduce the importance of the role of husband." "I know that my ideas are not the ideas of the world I live in, and they appear not to be yours.

In my first marriage they were a source of trouble and disaster--but I have an iron will and I bend the people who love me.

In addition, I despise deceit, so when a few years after marriage I became smitten on a man I quite frankly told my husband and confessed my fault." "Dare I ask you in what spirit he received this confidence ?" "He was so grieved that in one night his hair turned white.

He could not bear what he called--wrongly, I think--my treason, and he killed himself." "Ah!" said Durtal, dumbfounded by the placid and resolute air of this woman, "but suppose he had strangled you first ?" She shrugged her shoulders and picked a cat hair off her skirt.
"The result," he resumed after a silence, "being that you are now almost free, that your second husband tolerates--" "Let us not discuss my second husband.